Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]
But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps
Now you speaking my language
Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch
My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,
Cause you're the worst best girlfriend i ever had
I keep my money neat takin ladies out for a treat
Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet
Got a picture of your cat,
Hit your block with a glock, blog that
Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street
Backtracking to when rap battling was neat
Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back
Everybody only focuses on ass and rack
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